Chapter: 1831

After cupping tea, he sat down on the ground with a pale face, and his spirit was only six feet tall. After more than ten years of hard training, hundreds of yuan of refining stones were wasted!

Ji Wendong looked at this scene in horror, and swallowed unconsciously, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing into the Tianling Cap, his whole body was cold!

In his eyes, Ximen Kong, who already belonged to the first-class powerhouse in the Lingwu Continent, was beaten so helplessly by the opponent. How strong should the opponent's combat power be?

"The Supreme Elder is so strong! Even Ximen Kong is no match for him!"

"Our Qixuan Gang is about to rise!"

"Don't be too happy, Ximenkong is just a housekeeper of Ximen's family. It's not like you don't know the strength of his master, Ximen Lanshan!"

"That's right! Now Ximen Kong is beaten up like this by the Supreme Elder! Will Ximen's family take revenge on our Qixuan Gang?"

"There's no need to worry about that. The high-level affairs are resolved by the high-level. It has nothing to do with us!"

"That's right!"

The members of the Qixuan Gang had different thoughts, with expressions ranging from excitement to panic.

"Bang, deputy gang leader, what should I do?"

Elder Zhou looked at Qiao Wan with a wry smile.

"I don't know, don't ask me, this level of fighting is beyond our control!"

Jovan shook his head.

Ning Qi looked at Ximenkong indifferently: "If you continue to fight, your soul will be shattered directly, and your cultivation base will regress from Dou Zun to Dou Zong. Are you convinced?"

"My servant, I'm convinced..."

Ximen Kong endured the humiliation and said.

"Just accept it, let the person you brought back report a letter to Ximen Lanshan, plus the punch that hit me before, and your life, bring five hundred low-grade god refining stones."

Ning Qi smiled lightly.

"What? Five hundred low-grade god-refining stones? Open your mouth like a lion!"

Ximenkong subconsciously exclaimed, as one of the stewards of Ximen's family, the low-grade god-refining stone he has refined so far is only more than 400 yuan!

"What? Don't want to?"

Ning Qi's expression remained unchanged, but after Ximenkong felt a hint of killing intent in his tone, he nodded and said, "Then I'll go back and pass the message."

"You can't go, let him go."

Ning Qi smiled and pointed at Ji Wendong.

Seeing Ning Qi looking towards him, Ji Wendong quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Ning Qi, but when he heard that Ning Qi wanted to send a message to Ximen Lanshan by himself, his body already trembled unconsciously.

"This...forget it! Ji Wendong, you go there and bring his original words to the young master."

Ximenkong said to Jiwen with a livid face.

"Senior Ximenkong, I..."

Ji Wendong looked hesitant.